Seven Hugs

By AllThatJazz, Columbus, OH

A day to rejoice. A baby is born.
Beautiful icy blue eyes, wide with innocence. Chocolate-colored hair. Soft peaches and cream complexion, skin flawless and smooth. The new life gurgles with glee, a brightly-colored toy rattle clutched in its firm grip.
The eyes follow the movements of the animal mobile hanging above with unusual perspicacity. Pretty. Two gentle hands come down, a kind face appears. The hands raise the baby up and cuddle it.
Warm. Safe. Home.
The voice coos, murmuring a word. A word. A name. The baby’s name. Happiness. The sweet smell of formula, the comforting lull of a heartbeat.
Contentment.